How many times can I say how sorry I am.
How do I get rid of this pain, this anguish
that resides me.
Every thought, every action, is of you.
Your in my heart, my thoughts, my soul..
It's all I can do to move forward
if I could take back every misdeed I would..
Every wrong, every hurt..
I had all the best intentions
but forgot the best soothing words, the soft
caresses.
I've lost something of me more then I can say
My heart was given, then taken away
what joy I felt at your kiss
I just feel pain at my loss, my wrongdoing.
How could I throw all that away..
How could I toss my own heart aside..
Fear, fear that gripped and tore at my faith
only to regain it too late
Only to watch you from a distance, wishing for my
lost love, my lost soul, my lost heart..

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Severin, in the year 81 MA.